The seed that's smallest breaks the stone,
The breeze once gentle shapes the throne,
Don't judge the power by the size,
The fiercest flame in embers lies!
They call me small, they call me late,
But tides don’t ask the moon’s first date.
I rise, I strike, I hold my ground,
And silence falls where strength is found.
Don’t measure power by the frame,
Nor judge the fire by its flame.
The storm begins with just one spark,
I’ve been waiting in the dark.
New to the game, but not the pain,
I’ve walked through shadows, stood in rain.
The ones they doubt, the ones they miss-
Are always first to rise from this.
They saw a whisper, heard a breeze,
But never guessed I'd bend the knees.
A name unknown, a face so still,
But I was born with iron will.
